"Guess she's found a reason to begin changing her ways then, hasn't she? That, or you've somehow managed to knock some sense into her." A shrug, arms now folding over her chest. "Mix of both. Just doesn't help much, but oh well. I'll have to deal with it, I guess."

"They're weird, aren't they?"

"As long as they don't get it confused with insanity!"

Screech—!

"Oi, don't hurt her too much metal head." Bangs the hilt of her lance against the back of his head. "I would like it if you told me about it. Haven't had to use it, but I still wanna know."

"Ah, just sit back and watch the show then. Unless you, yknow, don't have all the time in the world."

"Aaah, just try not to die then. Seriously though, don't give up until you know what you're really up against if you haven't faced this war person ever before." Now she has a defeated look on her face, passing the crystal over to Scythe while frowning. "Gaaah."

There was a loud squeal, arms spread out while she's just admiring the weapon. Yep, it was the thing she was most excited about. The bloody weapon. "Oooo. Hope it didn't make ya rusty! Not literally, since yknow, you look like you could rust but that's besides the point!"